Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Faust,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.